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Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Dear friends visiting blog Wonderworld,Blog Wonderworld wishes everybody a happy, joyous, blessed and a most prosperous new year!On the eve of the beginning of this new year, blog Wonderworld presents you with a special spotlight of an exceptional award winning science fiction novel that will be available for a FREE DOWNLOAD for everyone from Amazon stores from Jan 3- Jan 5, 2013.

Synopsis:Two hundred years
in the future, human beings have traveled to the stars, settled colonies on
fifty worlds, and finally discovered intelligent life: the Drakk'Har—large,
cold-blooded reptilian creatures who see human beings not as equals, but as
food. War was unavoidable. Ill-prepared for the sudden and vicious conflict,
humanity finds itself on the losing side.

After three years
of retreating from the onslaught to gain time, humanity has dug in its heels,
built up their forces, and begun to fight back. When intelligence identifies
the distant Mindon star system as a source of Drakk’Har warships, a major
engagement begins. Star Command Fleet Nine strikes the first blow in a new
offensive campaign.

During combat
operations on Mindon-2, the plan goes horribly wrong. Casualties mount on both
sides. The men and women on the raid find themselves in a merciless crucible
that threatens to change them forever. The Drakk'Har know victory can only come
by overwhelming the humans with savage brutality.

Predation – Sample excerpt

Staff Sergeant Julio Mendez of the 121st Special
Forces Detachment lay in his hillside listening post in total silence. His
CKP-12 automatic rifle lay cradled on the narrow berm of earth before him. The
CKP-12 was standard issue to all Special Forces troops. The rifle was designed
to operate in all environments, including total vacuum and even underwater to a
limited degree. Mendez thought about that as he lay there. From the amount of
rain that had fallen, the weapon may as well have been underwater. The falling
moisture had been continuous for three days and had varied from drizzle to
downpour in unpredictable swings.

Mendez ignored the cold dampness that was his
constant companion. The shallow camouflaged position he occupied had been constructed
six days previously by his section. Since then, it had been manned
continuously. Three listening posts surrounded a Special Forces base camp sited
in a minor depression on top of a densely overgrown hill. The hill was
designated as number 237—its height in meters.

Hill 237 overlooked two strategic river junctions,
one to the northeast, and the other to the west. Mendez could see neither of
those junctions from his location. However, his position was the most important
of the three. A crude, sprawling town lay two kilometers away across a narrow
river bordered by dense swamp on both sides. The town itself was half in the
swamp, resulting in algae-infested water being present throughout many of the
streets. This didn’t seem to upset the occupants, who moved through the water
with ease.

The homes of the town occupants looked like
hollowed-out trees. They were stubby, without leaves, and covered by thick
lichen and fungus. All of the structures appeared identical in shape, but each
was a slightly different size. Mendez estimated the town population to be
approximately eight thousand.

A short distance beyond the town lay a sprawling
complex of one-story structures. They were arranged around several hundred
immense constructions of various sizes. Details were impossible to discern, as
the constructs were liberally covered with a thick, fuzzy, green and brown
growth. Mendez used the word “constructions” because he was sure that they were
not natural. Yet, he had never seen any of the complexes' workers add anything
to them.

Several tunnel entrances lay at the edge of the town.
They appeared to head under several of the largest constructions. Mendez had
seen many creatures from the town report to these tunnels on a regular
schedule. He deduced over time that the occupants worked beneath them on
regular shifts.

The complex and surrounding area had been the focus
of his special forces team for almost a week. They were ordered to observe and
make note of any patrols, construction facilities, defenses, or unusual
activity in this area, along with any traffic on the river below.

Mendez’s view of the town improved as the rain
finally stopped. With the most subtle of movements, the soldier slowly placed
the town in the center of his rifle scope and selected full magnification. Few
town occupants were visible, as their green color matched the surrounding
foliage perfectly. Earth scientists classified the creatures as reptilian. Few
live specimens had been collected because of their ferocity. Mendez had been
told they called themselves Drakk'Har.

After three years of fighting them, the humans had
built up basic knowledge about their history. An adaptive and cunning race, the
Drakk'Har were capable of interstellar travel. Over seven hundred years, the
Drakk'Har had conquered seventy-three worlds. The inhabitants of the conquered
worlds were placed in one of two categories—for consumption or eradication.
Those marked for consumption were shipped back to Drakk'Har colonies. They
selected the healthiest of each species for breeding purposes to ensure future
food stock. Any determined to be unsuitable for breeding were exterminated.
Drakk'Har were cold-blooded, both physically and emotionally.

Mendez watched one of the Drakk'Har as it left its
home and moved toward one of the tunnel entrances near the complex. The
creature walked on its thick hind legs, propelling itself in a slow, upright
waddle. Mendez knew that the slow walk was deceptive. On all fours, an adult
could sprint up to thirty kilometers an hour for very short distances. They
were all excellent swimmers and spent a good portion of their time in water.
Although they were air breathers, they could remain under water for periods of
up to half an hour. More precisely, thirty minutes was the longest anyone had ever
observed them underwater. No one really knew the creatures’ limits.

His observations were interrupted when the tactical
contact lens he wore in his right eye flashed red three times. Something had
just crushed several nanosensors that had been spread on the adjacent trails.
He knew that “something” weighed more than twenty kilos, as that was the
minimum weight required to set them off. A loud rustling sound to his left
confirmed that, and he focused his attention on that area. Only his eyes moved.
The noise was too regular and consistent; something large was moving through
the thick vegetation. Then he heard a branch snap. Mendez knew it could not be
his troops making the noise. His people would approach only from the rear after
tugging twice on a piece of staked commo wire to announce their presence.
Moving nothing but his jaw, Mendez keyed the COMM switch between his teeth
twice. He paused and then keyed it five more times. The signal traveled down
the commo wire toward the camp behind him.